A Music Journo Says Goodbye to South Florida's Bullets, Hip-Hop, and Love of Rock

After 24 months, New Times realized that it has been paying me to party hard with music celebrities. They've been shelling out cash for me to dance at night clubs, to hang out at rock concerts, and to simply dive in and write about South Florida's music scene.

It was a great scam, and in the process, I've drank myself blind at blues concerts, herbally medicated myself with the legendary reggae stars, and hung out with some of the best DJs on the planet - all on the company's dime. In short, they've been paying me to have a lot of fun.

It's a trick that I've pulled off (with varying degrees of success) for two years - writing about the most talented musicians, local or national, that I would discover each week, often delving into the

craziest aspects of our music culture that few other reporters had the werewithal to explore. But that no longer continues. This is my last blog.

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